"BLACK ROSE" BY CYRA

Four days in hell of dark 

no wings fore symbols mark

time never approached to light

a woeful moment ,the world was plight

for years 

fours years 

darkness was more black 

something special I lack .

soughts of frustrations 

just to mention 

I towed in search of promotions 

all I got is thirsty starvation .

my flaming rose 

turned to black rose 

promise made escaped 

just like flying whispering wind 

the petals were much welcoming 

now withering like a desert plant

it can never support the emotional parts

stalks just weakening to hold 

no more strength anymore .

the black rose 

was once most attractive 

it the thorny bushes 

it couldn't fight alone

tendrils were there for support .

tears and cries 

will never dry from one 

I hoped more from actions 

but death so cruel 

ooh poor me !!

love will never be present 

for my emotions are absent 

all the feelings runs upset 

will never make up the mindset .

CYRA THE POET

(Dripping Pen)

The poet persona feels happy to be without anyone with whom he would share his emotions to for he does not want to tolerate disappointment.